Joe Twilight pretended to be dead.

He looked at the man in the long trench coat looking at him, and Qiao Du could make out the other person's face.

Naturally, Qiao Du didn't know it, and she didn't have the impression she had seen in the database of Northern Heavy Industries.

"Strange? How do you look different? ”

The man suddenly spoke, muttering to himself.

Qiao Dui's little brain melon spun rapidly.

Not only was the man able to see Qiao Du hanging from the street lamp, but he also thought that Qiao Du was not the one who should be hanging here.

In other words, the man knew Zhao Cai and expected that Zhao Cai would be hung from the street lamp.

He is not an investigator of Northern Heavy Industry, so his identity is intriguing.

"Forget it."

The man didn't seem to dwell on that.

He raised his hand, and some kind of silver smoke seeped out of Qiao Dui's body and spread to the man's palm.

Qiao Du continued to play dead.

He could only feel that the other party was absorbing something from his body, like pollution, uncertain, and then look.

"Huh?"

The man felt more and more pollution coming to him, much more than usual.

"What the hell did this person do to have so much pollution?"

If the amount of pollution caused by the normal capitalists hanging on the street lamps is one, the particularly bad capitalists are two, and the arrears of tens of billions of dollars are fifty.

So now the guy hanging on the street lamp, the pollution flowing out is at least 10,000 upwards.

Probably only the capitalists who have brought the entire galaxy of planets under the control of the colossal giants to this level will be able to do so.

The pollution is getting more and more, more and more, and even the man standing under the street lamp is in a trance.

"No, there's a problem."

He tried to stop, but the silver-gray mist wriggled and wrapped around the man like a living creature.

"Wait, this is"

The man immediately retreated, and more and more pollution poured towards him, burrowing into his body, blackening his veins, as if even his blood had turned into a thick black mud.

Black blood spread to his face near his eyes, and the man fell to his knees, holding his head and struggling.

"I'm dying."

Qiao Du hurriedly spoke, it was rare for him to meet someone, but he couldn't let him die so easily.

Thinking of this, Qiao Du lifted her clothes and opened her stomach.

Bang

Qiao Dui's internal organs drooped down, and one by one she landed on her long legs, turning into Qiao Dui's appearance.

The twilight surrounded the man who was on the verge of madness.

"I told you to stop it a long time ago, it's all Qiao Du outside."

Qiao Dui, who had become a waist, gloated.

"Call Daddy and I'll save you."

Qiao Dui, whose heart has become a heart, teased for a long time.

"Are we another form of liver-brain?"

Qiao Dui, who had turned into a belly button, told a cold joke, which made the other Qiao Du look at him.

"The laugh point of this sentence just now is."

He wanted to explain, but the man lying on the ground let out a scream.

"Don't talk about it, he's going to be a lump of meat if we talk about it any more."

The lobes of the lungs turned into Qiao Twilight pulled the man up.

"How do you get people down from the streetlights?"

Qiao Dui, whose gallbladder has turned into a gallbladder, questioned on the side.

"No one has ever been able to get off a street lamp, no one has ever been."

The man's desire to survive exploded at this time, and he struggled to say.

It's normal, ordinary people are hanged, they must be dead, how can anyone survive.

"Isn't this something you made abnormal, why can't you do it?"

Qiao Dui, whose stomach turned into a stomach, grabbed the other party's collar.

"It's not me, it's not me, I'm just here to 'accept', help me, help me, I'll say anything."

The man roared.

"Don't worry, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry."

Qiao Dui, whose small intestine had turned into a small intestine, persuaded while looking at the man's already dark pupils.

"You told me all the secrets."

He used a lie.

Suddenly, countless pieces of information flowed into Qiao Dui's mind.

The next moment, blood seeped out of Qiao Dui's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

But it's still much better than the previous kind of brain explosion immediately after learning the truth.

"Quick, tell us everything you know, and we'll find you a good grave to bury."

The other Qiao Twilight immediately surrounded Qiao Dui, who had become into the small intestine, and had the posture to send him to the end.

"Uh-uh, I think I can salvage it again."

The small intestine became Qiao Dui's seven orifices bleeding, but did not give up hope of living.

As for the other side, the man in the long trench coat was no longer struggling, his body twitched, and he no longer moved.

With the naked eye, his body tissues are collapsing, like fused plasticine, and the underneath his clothes is gradually drying up.

In less than two minutes, the man had become a puddle of flesh.

"I'm all right."

Qiao Dui, whose small intestine had turned into a small intestine, stood up, and he was almost recovered.

"Now that it's all right, let's come back."

Qiao Du opened his heart, and those internal organs turned into himself quickly drilled back.

He became a hanged man hanging from a street lamp again.

"Using anomalies to absorb pollution, this group of people is not sick."

Qiao Twilight chewed on the information that had just flowed into her head.

"These escaped investigators are a big problem."

As Qiao Dui's knowledge through [Lies] shows, this man who has turned into a puddle of flesh was once an investigator and, naturally, a Chosen One.

He was originally an investigator of the Wasteland Group, and during a foreign mission, he met other investigators, and due to some changes, he became rebellious, just like the silver sparrow that Qiao Du met before.

The problem of pollution by the Chosen has always existed, and some organizations, such as North Heavy Industries, will strictly control the subordinate Chosen to not spread their own pollution, while some organizations, such as the Waste Capital Group, although explicitly prohibited, actually turn a blind eye, as long as they are not caught, then what to do is up to the Chosen themselves.

Qiao Du has read the historical data, and there was one of the worst incidents, that is, an A-level investigator of the Waste Capital Group disappeared after a mission because he was polluted, but in fact, he found a small town in a remote area, and controlled the people of the entire town through extraordinary power to share the pollution for him.

By the time the other Chosen ones discovered the truth and found the investigator, the town was full of strange monsters, and the investigator had caused the people of the town to multiply and produce new life to withstand the pollution, and in the end, not only humans but also animals were included.

The impact of this case was very bad, and the Chosen Ones who knew about it demanded that the A-class investigator be divided by the death penalty, but the Wasted Capital Group did not do so, but imprisoned him, and later, the Wasted Capital Group came with some news that the investigator committed suicide in fear of crime.

But if you think about it on your knees, it is absolutely impossible for the Chosen One to commit suicide if he has been doing that for more than ten years.

As for his final fate, there is no record of what can be said for sure.

And this anomaly of hanging the capitalist was also done by the defecting investigator.

(End of chapter)